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Doctors can kiss my ass…

I’m fed up. I’ve had it up to HERE with constant probing, testing, poking, prodding, cutting, gouging and I don’t just mean on my physical person on that last one — I’m in deep with medical bills. As some of you already know I’ve been quite ill since the early part of the year. I’ve had to change my diet entirely, stop drinking (although I had one drink here and there and regretting every minute of it afterward) and I basically am worshiping the organic food (organic EVERYTHING) gods.

After constant pain, nausea, dizziness, fatigue and feeling like hot pokers are in my stomach, I still have no answers. And now I’m facing the dilemma of having a laparoscopy which pretty much sounds like THE most invasive surgery I can think of involving my lady parts that doesn’t actually involve removing them. And for what? Just to have my doctor trample my flowers while trying to find a weed, as my father puts it. I am tired of the procedures. They never turn up enough to solve my problems. And the doctors seem to just grasp at straws — and my wallet.

I just feel that most doctors are truly disconnected from their patients. They don’t try to fit themselves in your shoes — let alone walk around them a bit and understand what they feel like. It sometimes seems that I’m floating aimlessly in a vortex where no one can reach me or care to. Where I can’t get my feet on the ground. All of this and I’m trying to be a homeowner, which means I’m still unpacking, settling in, cleaning and decorating. And that also means I have been neglecting my love of blogging — and reading them.

What do I do? Do I just go ahead and do another procedure and endure a three to five-day recovery time? Or do I just heal myself…not knowing what exactly I’m healing?

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Why American Airlines sucks

I’m back and trying to get things on track to semi-normalcy. Thanks everyone who wished me well during my recovery. What I really wanted to do was come back and share all my photos from my recent trip to Vegas. I still plan to, but what is getting in the way is the fact that I can’t get pass how much American Airlines needs to be put on blast.

Let me start with how since I turned 30 in January, I’ve had frequent abdominal pain and a tad bit of nausea after eating. While in Vegas I pretty much ate anything I wanted and pretty much paid for it on the last day. After having a seemingly innocent omelet, I started to feel sick. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and went to the bathroom to vomit. Sorry for the mental image here, but I basically had to make myself throw up. From the gas station next to the airport, at the airport and finally on the plane, I was getting sick every five to ten minutes. While flying back to Texas, I must have rushed to the tiny and may I say NASTY American Airlines bathroom and proceeded to keep gagging myself for the nausea was just unbearable. Meanwhile my boyfriend was worried. And at some point I got pretty delirious.

Luckily (and as it turned out kind of unluckily) we were in the back of the plane and the access to the potty was quick plus the flight attendants, which were stationed there, became clearly aware I was quite ill. My boyfriend asked that we have a wheelchair waiting at landing and that the attendants make sure to make an announcement that I needed to be let off the plane first.

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“Wright” and wrong

I just didn’t want to do this. Not another post about race. Feel free to peruse past posts here where I have spoken out against how race shouldn’t matter in the scheme of things. But here we are again, and this time in regards to presidential hopeful Barak Obama. Surprise, surprise.

The remarks of Sen. Obama’s pastor Jeremiah Wright are not only embarrassing but have set us back quite a pace. Stating that blacks should “damn” America instead of bless it is not only presumptuous but it’s a self-indulgent statement. How can he speak for me as a black American? Scratch that. An American. I know that in the times not too far from my own, I would not be sitting here, writing this to you all, living the life that I live today. We have our issues of race, unfortunately, but we are still leaps and bounds beyond where we were.

But maybe I’m wrong. If race was no longer the issue it was centuries ago, why are we even here now? Here RIGHT now with a half-black man who may very well be president. Everything that has surrounded this candidate has been shrouded in a cloak of racial separation. Is he black enough? Is he too black? I want to believe we are in an America that we can look pass all of this but obviously we aren’t. On all sides — whether it be the Pastor Wrights in the world or the David Dukes.

I am not saying that Obama didn’t have to speak up for his stance on his pastor’s words. They were sorely off track and because everyone became aware of this pastor’s thoughts, Obama HAD to discuss it. However, I think the reason this has become such a grand deal is because of Obama’s ethnicity. No. Half of it. I don’t think Mitt Romney had to face this kind of attack when he was questioned on being a Mormon. Not exactly the same comparison given Pastor Wright’s remarks, but if we are going to make the connection of what happens in a person’s place of worship, we should be looking at everyone’s place of faith. Not just the select few.

Religious leaders say a slough of things we don’t usually agree with — every week. Right now there is probably someone’s priest molesting a child, somene’s reverend having an affair, someone’s pastor saying something ignorant. Oh yea. That already happened…

Let’s start worrying about who is going to pull us out of this war.